J E F F R E Y J O E N E L S O N | snakes among the children |
Snakes have the faces of our genitals. The dark seam spewing a fire tongue,
filigree of semen or come, an anodyne or poison
I am slowly finding out it is easier
Why am I thinking of snakes
Asian, African, pale-Caucasian, all-American
working mothers, single working fathers,
hospital aids, salespeople, carpenters,
eyes full of tears and simultaneously
slowing only when parents arrive
phosphorescent pulse of tee-vee screens,
Amongst them, very much an island
darting from small, gleaming, pink-red mouths,
sudden circular burrows among field grass and marsh,
and piles of raked, moldering leaves,
a snake, the child's tongue striking like steam.
brown, erratic limbs and wide, curious eyes
The other adults all float
Janitor, nutritionist, the other teachers,
We are glaciers
However, our impulses remain unchanged, to shut coal,
the children's blinding halos.
energy until the glaciers or snakes are numb,
in a car seat, watchful, inundated to curiosity,
"Ohhhh!" a cry goes out,
"Look!" they shout and crowd, as the word rises and balloons deliciously overhead. | |
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